“Be careful out there tonight, Kim.”
“So, we’re not going to talk about your girl and how she pressed me? Since when you mess with bitches like that, Goon?”
Although Zoya was black, you could tell she hadn’t been raised like me and Kim. She didn’t come from the hood. I didn’t take away the fact that she may have struggled once upon a time when she was younger, however, she didn’t know or understand the same struggles that me and Kim faced coming from the neighborhood we were from.
“Watch your mouth, Kim.” I warned her.
I didn’t give a fuck how she felt about the question Zoya asked, she wasn’t about to sit and call her a bitch in my presence. “Oh, so this is the one that has you acting all new?”
She didn’t say it like she was jealous, more like hurt because I corrected her about Zoya. “Never acting new. I been moving different, Kim. You know that shit… can’t afford to move how I used to move.”
“So, fuck me.”
“It’s never fuck you, unless you do some shit you can’t come back from. You already knew I was moving different… Kim, you didn’t want this.” I reminded her.
We weren’t about to do that jealous friend bullshit when Kim wasn’t thinking about me. After I told her what I wanted, and she let me know she wasn’t ready for that. I respected that and we kept shit sexual between us. It was Kim who helped me realized that my wife would enter my life when I least expected it.
Then Zoya Caselli walked into bookings with her fine ass.
Taking a slow sip of her drink, she looked past me again. Zoya was now on the phone, never paying us any attention.
“Yet, she gets to meet Ms. Sharon.”
I looked at Kim’s ass, confused. “Fuck you talking about? How many times have you met my moms?”
“As your friend, Goon.”
I already decided that I wasn’t going back and forth with her. “You wanted me to tell her that you let me cum in every hole, Kim? That’s how you wanted me to introduce you?”
I could tell the exact moment that chill rolled up her back. “Not even like that.”
“Be careful out there, Kim. Take yo ass home the minute they start acting stupid.” I warned her.
Kim was a grown ass woman, and I couldn’t control what she did, or who she hung with. All I could do was tell her to be careful and not to get mixed into whatever shit her friends were into.
It was easier said than done for Kim, because she had this magnetic pull to the streets, and the niggas that ran them.
Reminder: Character previously mentioned in Capri 3.5 (Keyshawn)
“Yo, Kim!” She turned toward the brownskin nigga across the street.
He was dressed down in a royal blue Nike tech sweatsuit and had hopped out a Mercedes Benz.
Kim’s concern with being someone I just fucked on went out the window quick. She smiled and waved at him.
I looked at him, and he nodded, already knowing who I was. Most of these niggas knew I didn’t bang, but they already knew who my brother was. I didn’t need to bang to show they asses that I would tear this whole city up.
“Hey, Keyshawn! You heading over to the block?” she called out to him, and he nodded his head.
“Grabbing me something to eat real quick… wanna ride over there?”
Kim looked towards me, as if she didn’t want to hurt my feelings. “Fuck you looking at me for permission?”
I walked backwards, laughing, because if I told her ass to stay there, she would have. Dick ruled everything, especially when you was putting it down the way I did.
Kim quickly snatched her temporary drink station from the mailbox and sprinted across the street. Keyshawn, better known as Keys, gave her a hug, squeezing her ass. I chuckled, turning around to handlemyproblem.
“Why you ask that girl that question?” I questioned, as I stood in front of her.
